Veiled in anonymity,
hidden from the world to see,
living out my life I’m never known.
Feeling that I don’t belong;
you all sing a different song,
quietly I slip on by unseen.
As the moon its teardrops cry,
each a star lights up the sky,
as it hears my heartbreak every night.
One day though I will belong,
you will hear my siren’s song,
ring throughout the universe unbound.
Until then I’m here to stay,
writing with my words I play,
poets sybarite will haunt my heart.
© Sybarites 28.10.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
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Worldly Winds 
Beautiful imagery
Thank you ❤
Alex, this is beautiful, but also sad in an isolated way, like “she” can’t be true to herself, instead living in anonymity.
Aw thank you for your kind words. I think a lot of my poetry is quite sad! It drives my sons nuts 😂
Life isn’t always rosy, so we write what is most present in our lives. I’m sure, though, that it’s hard for children to read something sad that their parents’ wrote…